Crowd of Mourning
Standing
in
a crowd
of
mourning and jeers.
The
mast is raised high,
waving
in the breeze,
over
his nation,
Israel.
How
I wish
I
had the courage
to
console those
who
cry out in His name,
but
my fears
and
sins of righteousness
dominate
me.
How
dark
the
day becomes
in
the hearts of those
who You've chosen to walk among.
Those
who You've chosen
to send out
among the gentiles.
copyright 1996 - Donald P James Jr
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